Here comes the star of the show, but he s got piss on his clothes - still he s the man with all the front. Ladies and gentlemen, let s have your warmest welcome for the world s biggest little cunt.

There s no curtain call, no screaming applause.

Little comedian, flat on my face again; and no one s laughing, little comedian.

Knock knock, I wonder who s that? Knocking everyone s drinks back and treading shit into the rug. It s the boy with the poison inside. The funny-man with the weak little spine, still he s his mother s favourite thug.

There s no curtain call, no screaming applause.

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8am, last nights dawning. I feel the bathroom calling, with my 3 minute sickness warning.
Head hung over the basin, memories of last night racing, to the mirror with sick face in

There s no curtain call, no screaming applause.

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